It was invoked in my dreams.

Moreover, I desired it. My life-elixir;

it has been taken from me, to the very last pearl.

My iris, covered with a grey-shade;

darkens the light in my eyes.

A little sprinkle of light holds on to what we call life.

...Appearing to be the almost eradicated glow of firewood;

the source of ALL.

The fire that once shined so bright.

The light finally dead, welcoming an uprising smoke, heralding my

departure.

From here;

I'll start my travel.

Now, where is my Shangri-la, as you promised me?

Are you the angel saying that this is not my destiny?

Saying I should travel home, my body is waiting for me?

Continuing that path, be attended with disheartenment!

Endowed with a second life;

this angel granted me only misery.

I had to find my body again, embraced by dirt within the earth.

I awoke the fire inside to walk this God-forsaken earth again.

Invoking razor-blade dreams.

I'm bathing in blood, coloured....red.

Why me, why Tantalus is my destiny?

Being like Hydra, all of it is useless.

Redeemed from a thousand deaths;

I'm anchored to pain.

YOU my angel, are going to endure the Dianthus crown